Lo, how a rose e'er blooming
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As men of old have sung
It came, a flow'ret bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half-spent was the night
Isaiah 'twas foretold it
That rose I have in mind
With Mary we behold it
The virgin mother kind
To show God's
From tender stem hath sprung!
Of Jesse's lineage coming
As men of old have sung
It came, a flow'ret bright
Amid the cold of winter
When half-spent was the night
Isaiah 'twas foretold it
That rose I have in mind
With Mary we behold it
The virgin mother kind
To show God's
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